If there is a single great tragedy of 60s Britt blue eyed soul it is that Tom Jones thought Blowup was a how-to on mod fashion rather than a wake up call. Were his destination Memphis and not Vegas, or had his Blowup moment been an a listening of an obscure American 45 which woke him from his fab London sleep, he could have been someone to reckon with. After all, a man who sounds like this needs to make a deal with the devil. Otherwise, he'll just end up in a soulless casino with a bunch of botox and old lady panties.
Until later.